Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 417 417: We have an emergency...

With Lady Matilda stepping out of the hospital lobby, Julian stood rooted watching as Donald helped her into the car, before long the car zoomed off.

His gaze still trained towards the direction the car left, emotions swarmed through his heart just as thoughts coursed through his mind.

"Julian," Josh called, his voice piercing through his thoughts. Slowly, Julian retracted his gaze. "Are you through with meeting?"

Julian sighed. "Yes, how is my sister?" he asked, his voice flat and low.

Josh felt the Julian before him now was a bit off. His heart clenched, his thoughts brimmed with questions.

What had he discussed with Lady Matilda before his arrival?

Why had he suddenly turned cold?

"Julian, are you okay?" he asked with unsteady breath.

Julian nodded. But then he couldn't help the bitterness swelling in his heart. And some of the questions coursing through his mind, "Dad," he called tentatively.

Josh had an ill feeling about his call but with everything already crashing down, he braced himself for whatever it is.

"Yes," Josh answered.

"After the Anderson family suppression of the Santiago market capital, then you broke off the engagement, did you take any step to keep things afloat?"

Josh stared at him without offering any response.

Julian called again. "Dad, did you understand what I mean?"

Josh kept silent. Julian stared at him for a bit longer. From his father's silence, Julian understood his answer. He never did.

Now that he thought about it, when he tried to investigate his mother's family, it seemed to have been blocked.

When he probed his father, he asked him to leave the matter at that because the matriarch had a hand in it.

His father had only said, "Your mother's family name is Santiagos."

Julian looked at his father briefly, his gaze narrowing. It seems Lady Matilda is right, this score had to be settled.

One cannot always be a coward just because of an inheritance he could build for himself with his skill and knowledge.

Josh swallowed hard. "Julian, can we discuss this later? I mean your sister's health should be paramount now?"

"Why not meet with Davis to discuss?" Julian asked.

Josh exhaled deeply. "Julian, Davis refused."

lightly. "If he refused then let it be, my sister

already, but we can still take her

are right, but I advise you let

Josh started, but Julian's death glare made

you think you should let

Josh sighed. "Alright."

should take you back to my place, I have to see my sister." Julian said and made his way into the

fatigue. He felt tired, tired of every mistake and error he

but Julian had long disappeared.

the driver stepped out and

car and

walked up to him. After exchanging pleasantries, they walked

are not offended with my

his worries

days later, the hospital halls echoed with hushed relief. The twins were finally discharged from

and Deborah carried them gently, wrapped snugly in white blankets, their tiny hands wriggling against

they made their way to the ICU. Though the children were scheduled to be sent home with Deborah, Davis had insisted they first

convenience, he had employed another elderly caretaker to assist Deborah in tending to the newborns, yet no amount of help eased the weight in

son cradled in his right arm, his

heart ached with bitterness. He had hoped foolishly perhaps that by the time the twins were discharged, Jessica would be awake, ready to

his hopes had been dashed. Utterly destroyed. Even after consultations with another team of renowned doctors, she remained unresponsive. Weeks had passed, yet her body gave no sign of returning

on the day of the accident had despair weighed

their children in

glistened, her

stared at the tiny faces of the babies, their delicate fingers twitching beneath the blankets.

was quiet except for the steady

voice cracked, breaking the eerie silence. "Babe, the

you to speak to me, to open your eyes and see our kids, to

of the pain he

of

lips to her hand, inhaled her faint scent,

sent them home with Deborah,

Three weeks later.

cloaked in silence, disturbed only by the rhythmic

scent of polished wood and crisp paper, blending with the sterile chill of the

office, Davis sat behind the expansive mahogany desk, his back leaned against the chair. Files lay sprawled across the polished surface, their numbers and reports screaming for

Jessica

and unbearably gentle, lingered on the portrait. Thoughts spiraled endlessly, looping back to the

he had visited her bedside countless times. Each visit

of her fingers against his palm, the faint